From Isarog through Bicol land to lofty
Mayon
peak,
Our flag is carried flying high in
vic'try or defeat.
And never have we furled it yet in spite
of foemen's might,
We'll cheer our men unto the end, we'll
cheer them as they fight.
Here's Ateneo's marching song, we sing of
victory, from boyhood days to manhood years, high shall our purpose be.
Regnum Dei is our cry, our fame and glory
too,
We'll fight and win or fight and die
ATENEO FOR GOD AND YOU!